Books are not life, only its ashes.

Love is a punishment. We are punished for not having been strong enough to remain alone.

I have come to think that great men are characterized precisely by the extreme position which they take, and that their heroism consists in holding to that extremity throughout their lives.

Our true birthplace is that in which we cast for the first time an intelligent eye on ourselves. My first homelands were my books.

The memory of most men is an abandoned cemetery where lie, unsung and unhonored, the dead whom they have ceased to cherish. Any lasting grief is reproof to their neglect.

To stay in one place and watch the seasons come and go is tanatmount to constant travel: One is traveling with the earth.

Men who care passionately for women attach themselves at least as much to the temple and to the accessories of the cult as to their goddess herself.